part two of my nightmare.

i didn't wanna deal with what had happened after all the tests and police statements, it was overwhelming, the police were picking me up from work and we were sitting at the front of schools to see if i could remember them, see when the police sirens scared them away, they left DNA inside me but not enough to find them, the stupid part of the law we aren't allowed to take DNA samples of people when they get there license its

 ' invading their privacy' therefore they did not find the two monsters, but within 75 years if they do anything and have DNA taken it will come up on the computer straight away, but is that good enough really? this invasion of privacy?? how stupid they shouldn't be doing anything wrong where the police would find their DNA what about my invasion of privacy?? i shut myself in a shell once the police said they had done all they could do i sat at home i quit my job and i remember crying constantly, most the time to the point of making myself sick, i watched the story on the news and i seen my story on the front page of the paper and it was unforgettable the pain it brought back instantly, i have never felt this embarrassed, betrayed, broken? i could go on with my millions of feelings at the time but nothing made sense, how could this happen to me. at that point i thought it was it for me there was no coming back from this? i just couldn't see it ever going away, it was there every moment of every day, i couldn't sleep, i couldn't even walk through a shopping fair without smelling the smell of those monsters, everything was a blur , to feel awkward around your own friends and family because you no they are tip toeing through conversations scared of saying the wrong thing. everything was different now. i met new friends some really close friends, Ethan,Cameron,Amanda and Steve when i met them i didn't realize how much of a impact they would have on my life, i didn't want them to no about what had happened to me but i was still broken and drinking my pain away, but really every time i had a drink it would replay in my head, and its easy to read that and think you understand but when i say replay i mean i was there again i couldn't escape and i would freak out and loose it so they did learn the truth about me and they didn't treat me any different they were just there to listen, they were the first people i ever completely spoke to about what happened, to gain trust like that again felt good at the time, things seemed to be piecing themselves together, i had a close group of friends which made me feel safe.